"Your skirt is too short. You might just give those little black boys the thrill of their life if you bent over. Second," her husband continued counti...g. "That blouse you're wearing shows way too much of your womanly charms. Your cleavage rivals the Grand Canyon. Third, that perfume you're wearing is probably going drive those little boys wild. What are you gonna do then, set off a race riot or something?" Dear," she explained. "My clothes are in style. Besides I don't want to look like some. ”“Well, that’s kind of what I wanted to talk to you about. Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think I’m into girls.”Jenny sipped on her drink while keeping eye contact with her friend, looking for something that would tell her this was a joke. But there was nothing. She slowly put the glass down.“Okay, and since when have you felt this way?”“Not sure, not for long.”Then a thought hit Jenny. “You are not, like, you know, into me?”Marie laughed. “No, don’t worry. It no one specific it’s just. It was all men and I didnt get any scenery. I talked to my wife every night on the cell phone. However, I wanted more. I wanted my wifes touch. I wanted to snuggle in bed with her and fondle her luscious breasts. I wanted to taste my wifes mouth. I wanted her to moan in pleasure as I ate out her sweet pussy before fucking her. I want her mouth on my cock. I wanted to fuck her. I had to pull out my cock and bring myself to orgasm. This was only Monday. Tuesday was worse. I played with myself. He could feel the tug of the zipper and hear the faint buzzing as the fastener sealed his sister's femininity around his aroused body. He could simply imagine himself in her bedroom frolicking in her semi-formal cocktail dress, trying on her high-heeled shoes and testing various shades of lipstick. This was a fantastic way to satisfy his needs. No chance of a messy unwanted discovery. He found it easy to play out his desires inside of his head. It never affected his "real" life, his waking.